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Page 227 - tis not strange ; The man that's fighting day by day, May well, when night comes, take a change. And down upon his knees to pray. Break up that hoe-cake, boys, and hand The sly and silent jug that's there ; « I love not it should idly stand, When Marion's men have need of cheer. "Tis seldom that our luck affords A stuff like this we just have quaffed, And dry potatoes on our boards May always call for such a draught.
Page 228 - tis the signal ! start so soon, And through the Santee swamp so deep, Without the aid of friendly moon, And we, Heaven help us ! half asleep ! But courage, comrades ! Marion leads, The Swamp Fox takes us out tonight ; So clear your swords and spur your steeds, There's goodly chance, I think, of fight.
Page 226 - When on his heels the foemen press,— The true heart and the ready hand, The spirit stubborn to be free, The twisted bore, the smiting brand,— And we are Marion's men, you see. Now light the fire and cook the meal, The last perhaps that we shall taste ; I hear the Swamp Fox round us steal, And that's a sign we move in haste.
Page 226 - Our roof, the tree-top overhead. For we are wild and hunted men. We fly by day and shun its light, But prompt to strike the sudden blow, We mount and start with early night, And through the forest track our foe, And soon he hears our chargers leap, The flashing saber blinds his eyes, And ere he drives away his sleep, And rushes from his camp, he dies.
Page 137 - That need not surprise you, Miss Walton ; you remember that ours are British soldiers' — smiling, and with a bow was the response of the Colonel." We have no great difficulty here in guessing what Mr. Simms wishes to say — his actual words convey no meaning whatever. The present participle ' smiling' has no substantive to keep it company; and the 'bow...
Page 228 - ... brush and roll the log ; Hard pillow, but a soldier's head That's half the time in brake and bog Must never think of softer bed. The owl is hooting to the night, The cooter 6 crawling o'er the bank, And in that pond the flashing light Tells where the alligator sank.
Page 226 - And that's a sign we move in haste. He whistles to the scouts and hark! You hear his order calm and low. Come, wave your torch across the dark, And let us see the boys that go. We may not see their forms again, God help 'em, should they find the strife!
Page 228 - So clear your swords, and coax your steeds, There's goodly chance, I think, of fight. We follow where the swamp fox guides, We leave the swamp and cypress tree, Our spurs are in our coursers' sides, And ready for the strife are we.
Page 225 - ... will, they plunge fearlessly through brake and through brier, over the fallen tree, and into the suspicious water. Heedless of all things but the proper achievement of their bold adventure, the warriors go onward while the broadswords flash in the sunlight, and the trumpet cheers them with a tone of victory. And goodlier still is the sight, when, turning the narrow lane, thick fringed with the scrubby oak and the pleasant myrtle, you behold them come suddenly to the encounter with the hostile...
Page 225 - ... and the trumpet cheers them with a tone of victory. And goodlier still is the sight, when, turning the narrow lane, thick fringed with the scrubby oak and the pleasant myrtle, you behold them come suddenly to the encounter with the hostile invaders. How they hurra, and rush to the charge with a mad emotion that the steed partakes — his ears erect, and his nostrils distended, while his eyeballs start forward, and grow red with the straining effort ; then, how the riders bear down all before...